'68 Fastback (Live From Tulsa)

I'm not trying to depress anyone on a Thursday night, but this is a song called '68 Fastback

Hope you guys don't hate it

Thank you so much, Tulsa, for being here, I love each and every one of you

Well, take my soul, take my heart

Won't you tear me apart?

If I'm good for anything, it's all of this sufferin'

So use me for parts

To you, I'm just salvage

I ain't ran right in years

So drive me, then gut me, deceive and fuck me

Then disappear

Well, take all my jokes

Won't you tell them to them?

And act like you're someone that could be someone

Worth lovin'

And steal all the good parts

That you found in me

Yeah, you'll sell 'em quick, ah, you'll sell 'em cheap

Hell, you'll give 'em for free

But I cleaned all my pistons

I'm running on 91

And I'm piecin' myself back off the shelf

One by one

Now I have a driver

And I'm choosing the high road

They won't use me for scraps or throw my ass back

When I hit potholes

And I'm flyin' down freeways

Going 117

And a '68 Fastback looks like a hatchback

Racing me

Well, I believe

You cannot tear down what's built up strong now

Thankfully

I believe

You cannot tear down what's built up strong now

Thankfully

And I'm flying down freeways

Going 117

And a '68 Fastback looks like a hatchback

Next to me